There's something unsettling about this feeling of loving hopelessly.
My toes are constantly ready to push off and dive into a pool that's empty. It holds no water or promise, but I get up and jump again and again. This is what reparable souls are made of Magic, drunken thoughts, and bravery all wrapped in delicate skin.
My mother has warned me of this feeling before. and how it ends in tissues and stitches. But I call her and urge her indiscretion to my father and her emotions.
I crave the feeling of feeling stuck in your gut, where your body aches but it’s wrapped in silk sheets. Feelings that consume my mind wholly, constantly, agonizing and yet I stand on the diving board ready to crash again.
8 billion people in the world— and here i am drowning in an infinity pool of self-pity. i tell myself one day i will stop. swim back towards the edge, gasping for breath, a new life to transform into. and here i am drowning in an infinity pool of self pity.
The sun is hot this summer Like it was last summer It's too hot to play indoors Let's don trunks and sandals For our journey to Turtle Rock, It's not too far a walk.
Wild carrots grow along hot asphalt We're chewing Queen Anne's lace The journey offers time to talk We talk and walk at our own pace I see Mosby Creek through the trees, We're getting near the place
Cruise down the path Rotten egg's always last! We're barefoot before the first bend Look out, leaves of three! Poison oak let us be! Lay down our towels We're here my friend
Me first! Dibs! I call the rope swing! I shout, jumping over that tranquil spot Y'know the one, where you go over the creek, Because of that awkward rock I grab the rope, run round to the edge And launch myself sidewards right off the ledge! Ker-plunk! Time to swim, Summer's here, life begins.
I wrote this about the swimming hole down the road from where I grew up. It hit 80° the other day, time to hit the creeks. ~2009
A wonderful night to a wonderful soul, a heart sensitive as mine. Catching your affection from a far. But my heart holds you close my precious pearl. My girl my angel. My love runs through the stream of your heart and formed love-ocean, there fell us two swimming through. Wishing you peaceful night my love. #C9fm
Splish Splash with Tired arms Inhale Exhale with Tired breath Yell and Argue with Tired coach Whine and Complain with Tired swimmers Loud Static from a Tired radio Bubble and Pour from a Tired coffee ***
At the pool, sound became music, and music a Tired cane for them to rest their weary limbs
I’m trying to read more so that I can enjoy all of your poems as well:)
Blessed be the Bleak Black Skies Where wintry winds wind far and wide For fairest fairies heaven’s vault ignite – My mind meandered whilst outside. “Beware Beloved boy!” – Babushka bawled “Lest your sleigh slides down the sleety lake Come quick inside to escape the cold Except my heart this Yule you yearn to ache”
Seven summers since have passed And adamant as I always am, Torpefied are my toes atop the tarn Yet bare-bodied I be Showcasing my shivering sheath Red cheeks, red nose, and red feet Keen to knuckle under Kári’s decree So, I submerged myself swiftly Below Boreas’s biting abode Concealed in the coldest calmest of waters Within Winter Wonderland’s whitest For that freeze that forces you to fathom that Corpses can’t feel the cold
I couldn't decide on a title so is either "Frostbite Freedom" or "Winter Waters" :)